Valiant Scribe
A literary hub giving voice to the voiceless by retelling the human experience

We ALL look so alien, just as what we’re called on the official documents.

The neurotic phrasing of the African dreamers, Flies up to the sky And suddenly intertwines, Like the flight of swallows, Watching from...

Sister is pleading with her friend; Send me a picture of our house Our old house that we abandoned Without a farewell, with hope to...

At the border, children cry in cages. Drenched in dark dreams, I wake. My mother reaches from the grave. Nails catch the hem of my dress....

It’s as easy as cutting a cord, to separate the mothers and children— the ones seeking asylum from gangs and violence, so desperate to flee

my boss is from my country of origin has been in australia for many years he owns two restaurants employs newly arrived i’m just in this...

There’s a wall off in the distance that keeps immigrants out, as well as mountains and the river. And, on all sides off their house,...